I love old photos. The escapist in me loves fantasizing about these bygone times and people. I can’t imagine wearing their clothes, being in their state of mind, or fitting into their world.
When I look through old photos I search for shots taken moments apart. When I line them up and fade from one to the next, it creates unexpected movement, bringing these static images to life. When I see the movement of their hair in a breeze, or the shift in their bodies, they become real in a way that seems shouldn’t be possible. The fantasy I’m already in envelopes. I feel like I’ve found a secret passage into another world.